Brother, We Have Learned to Wait

 [Sunday Times: 11 November, 2012]

Brother Jordan, with surprise you asked

through the letter written by Sister Hussein

why we are always not enthusiastic

but rather that we appear pessimistic

when the subsequent present gods

saintly and mightily make flight

of angelic words, and a bright world?

We have, through hard ways, learned to wait,
for although these new gods might not yet
rant a dark discourse or rave a dim discord,
a full load of same old and lethargic lexis
of fluffing and frothing in this matrix
will surely soon start to strongly stroll,
robustly roll, or brutishly  blow
during the day, in broad day light,

or in the pitch of dark, right at night.
Brother Jordan, their piety might crescendo

this time but we have learned to wait,
as current cherubic accents will diminuendo;

baring open barefaced dictators’ minds
that rise and that ricochet in magnitude;  
despotic minds, seasoning a tyrant attitude
slowly and lowly strolling; rolling and blowing.

Suddenly the promising bright day is night of fright
the day light is rubble; now all you see is trouble.